The End Poem by Emma Vander Dussen

End has come to visit me
From her flight of fancy
she landed upon my wrist
like a watch that has stopped its clockwork
and can no longer be wound.

Then End spoke to me
in her soft high sing song way
and offered me a flower
that I may feel no loss
and may continue to spread
some semblance of love to the world.

I looked at End, with her butterfly wings
and asked her why she came to me now
when I thought I should be with Beginning.
she smiled at me and fluttered her wings
and I saw within her, throughout her, about her
the face of Beginning in her face.
the love of Beginning in her love
and I wondered if I had seen End at all.

With Time's children on my wrist
delicate and small
I face the onrushing night
and the breaking of the dawn
and in the blinding darkness
I smile in the light
and wonder if i'll fly too
as End Begins its flight.